Indianapolis—November, 2021

I went from staying the night with Keshawn, after the basement sex party, right to a short work gig in western Indiana.  I had one day off in my time there.  I spent it coming back to Indy and going to the bathhouse.

The naked man emerges from the swirl of steam.  He sits next to me—a hot, hairy daddy dripping from the heat.  My cock erects the rest of the way.  He looks down at it and his muscular arm and massive hand takes hold of it.  He jerks me three times, stands up and simpers, “Nice dick” as he leaves.

I wait.  Another cycle of steam.  The scene is repeated—this time with a man with a regular dad bod.  He sits.  His hand circles my dick and jerks it half a dozen times.  I reach for his, but he blocks me, stands up and says “Hot.”  And disappears.  I hear the door swoosh shut.

I wait.  I’m not sure I can take a third steam cycle.  I hear the door.  A short older man, clutching his towel around him, sits across from me.  The steam starts and we can no longer see each other.

“That looks like a very nice dick.  May I suck it?”

I grunt affirmatively, stopping myself from saying ‘Finally.’

He emerges from the mist in front of me.  His hand finds the slippery wall to help him get to his knees.   He is slightly out of breath from the effort.  He takes me in his mouth.  I sigh.  He’s good.  No, his tongue is so busy my mental grading of him goes up a few points.  But he stops, thanking me profusely.  I need to help him to his feet and he totters off.

I go dry off in the sauna.

A different hairy daddy type is here.  I sit near him, but not next to him.  He waits for me to get settled and then slides over.  His hand grips my growing dick.  He jerks me.  Hard and tight.  Painfully.  I ask him to ease up the grip.  He leaves instead.

I towel down and go exploring all three floors.  It is just after lunch.  But there is no lunch crowd on this day.  In the TV room the older man finds me again.  He sweetly asks if he could have some more of my dick. 

“Sure.” 

I give him a steadying hand down. The floor here is padded, good for our older knees.  He sucks me with vigor.  And with all his years of experience. 

I tell him he is making me feel good.  For some reason this makes him stop.  He thanks me again and totters off.

The movie is decent.  I lube up and jerk.  No one comes in.  Occasionally I hear the door to the stairway open and close.  Where are those men?  I decide on a tour, tossing my towel on my shoulder and letting my cock swing free.  The sling room is empty.  As is the room with the fuck bench.  In the smaller TV room is the older man sucking the hottest man I’ve seen today.  He is perhaps 30, originally from somewhere in the Middle East.  His chest, arms and legs are covered in shiny black hair.  His cheeks have a five o’clock shadow at two in the afternoon.  The hair on his head is cropped close.  His features are chiseled and sharp.

I stop dead—not wanting to intrude.  The old man turns and waves me in.  “He likes guys to watch him get sucked.”

I toss my towel on the couch and sit next to the stud.  His eyes have been closed, enjoying the man’s mouth.  As I sit, he turns to look at me.  He nods curtly and lets his head loll back on the couch.

I stroke.  The old man finds my toes and gives them a pat with his super soft hands.  I watch him work on the stud’s cock—though I can get no suggestion of its size.  I stroke idly.  The Stud is just that…and fucking hot.

When I next glance at the guy’s face I find him looking at me.  The Old Man notices too.  He stops sucking and asks “Don’t you like to suck dick, too?  Do you want his?”

I am about to say something about not wanting to intrude—I don’t want the Stud to leave.  But the Stud nods to the Old Man.  And looks questioningly at me.  I shut up and turn my body slightly so he can just bend for it on the couch—while still getting head at the same time.

It’s not a great angle—and he’s not a great sucker.  But he is enthusiastic.  I don’t really mind the occasional teeth scrape.  It’s so hot getting blown by the last man I thought would do it.  The Old Man occasionally stops to vocally encourage him.  I finally see the Stud’s dick.  He’s average at best—emerging from a forest of pubic hair.

The Stud goes down in a deep throat move.  He takes about three quarters of me.  His head pops off me—and he explodes in the Old Man’s mouth.    I reach out and try to find a nipple to twist in all that chest hair.  The Stud just grabs my hand and hangs on as his body contorts with ecstasy.  He moans as the Old Man takes it all.  When he finally lets the cock drop from his mouth, I see one last pearl forming in the piss slit.  My finger wipes it off and brings it up to my mouth—making sure the Stud sees me lick it clean.

He’s now all business.  The towel wraps around his trim waist.  He nod to me and then to the Old Man and heads down the stairs to the showers.

The Old Man uses the couch to stand up.  “Well that was fun.  I hope you didn’t mind me volunteering your cock for him.” 

I assure him I didn’t mind at all as he goes off to the showers himself.

*

There is a slight second wave right around 3pm.  I am in the small porn area.  I see a hot daddy with a younger man in tow.  “Where do you want it,” he asks the kid.

“The sling.”

My ears perk up.  I wait a bit.  I want them to get started before I happen to walk by.  I hear the weight of a body get in the sling, the chains rattling.  I hear a hand smack an ass.  I wait.  I finally get up and walk by.  The older guy is in the sling.  The young man is bent over, trying to suck his cock—with a condom on it.  It is not even close to hard. 

I walk around the whole floor.  When I get back to the sling room, they have switched places.  The kid is rock hard lying in the sling.  The Daddy rolls a condom on the kid and begins to suck him.  The cock goes down…but the Daddy is determined mouthing the bagged dick.

“That is so hot!” says a strapping Black daddy behind me.  He is taller than me.  His once gym built body is just slightly soft. 

I grunt noncommittally.  His hand finds my cock and jerks it. 

I go to my knees.  “Not in your mouth,” he whispers.  He strokes, watching the lame blow job in the sling.  But it works for him.  He fires a load all over my face and beard.

The original of this rather disappointing trip is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Jerk(er)s at the Bathhouse (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)  January 23, 2022